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[trost]

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at like 2am (before jean leaves)

[usurpers]

There’s a place called Oregon where Jeans are just pants.

oh my god

[trost]

[ he needs to figure out how to silence the watch when he's asleep ]

i was asslep you asshole are you just nocturnal now

[ his typing is whack because his eyes are still groggy ]

[usurpers]

No

[ he just can’t sleep, and then shortly after in persistence: ]

About Oregon

[trost]

[ he should NOT REPLY because he wants to sleep and he already feels like he will HATE THIS CONVERSATION and yet, here he is, rubbing his eyes and starting to type. ]

Yes. I read what you said. [ normal typing now like a proper boy, because he's more awake than he wants to be. ]

So I know you woke me up just to tell me my name means pants. [ They are both reading 'Jeans' as 'Jahns' right now. ]

aef based shitpost, is it game canon we just don't know

[stopfen]

[It was a muggy summer day, which meant it was time to do yardwork. Though for now the heat had gotten too much and it was time to retreat into the shade until the sun died down.

During the break, Jean might notice a certain fae's large eyes staring....only staring...not blinking. Then her head turns a little, taking her eyes off of the witch and tracking something. Then her hand lashes out to grab something and bring it to her mouth.

She monch.]

it is game canon now

[trost]

[ At this point, he's pretty used to her vacant staring. It's not too different from the Mikasa before her changes. She was more often quiet and had taken more to staring than actually saying anything. When something else seems to catch her attention, Jean turns to it as well. An animal, perhaps? ] Are you looking for somethi --

[ Then he sees the beautiful butterfly now struggling in her mouth. ]

Don't eat the butterfly! Mikasa, wait! [ RIP ]

[stopfen]

[By the time he's even spoken she's bitten down, so RIP there. But the sudden yell makes her lean her head back, arms rasing, getting ready to FITE as she hisses.

Chews quicker. Before he can jump up and steal her meal.]

[trost]

[ What is happening right now ........ He's not expert on mantis behaviour, but now he's feeling like he ought to pick up a book on it. The pose is definitely some attempt at being threatening, but instead it just looks really silly. He'll still take this as a threat though, keeping his movements measured in hopes that Mikasa doesn't suddenly decide to lunge at him. She may be a silly insect-person right now, but she's still Mikasa, so she could still kick his ass if she wanted to. ]

I'm not gonna take your ... bug. [ That poor butterfly. It had some pretty, glowing wings too. ] Let's just calm down right now ...

[ He takes a cautious step forward. ]

text; un: siegfried

[schwarzen]

[ On this particular day, Siegfried has agreed to work on a marketing campaign for a local sandwich shop. Their ads are targeted to be sent out late at night. Unfortunately he not only forgot to use the shop's messaging system, but he also forgot to attach the actual pictures of the food.

He meant to, really, he's still just figuring out how this technology works, cut him a break. This is sent out around 2 am. ]

u up?

give into temptation

[trost]

[ Oh god, who is texting him at this ungodly hour? When Jean crawls out of his bed to look at the watch, he frowns at it, feeling dumbfounded. Unfortunately for Jean, with his powers of Enlightened Social Awareness, he gets a flirtatious vibe from this context-less text and he doesn't know what to feel about it. ]

And this 'temptation' would be ...

[schwarzen]

[ Oh, it looks like Jean is an interested customer! Most people aren't answering their phones right now because it's so late, and the nocturnal monsters don't seem too interested in sandwiches.

He looks at the provided script before replying. ]

A scrumptious and meaty footlong, just for you.

Interested? Y/N

[trost]

[ What the actual heckie is going on. You tell a guy about your life growing up, and they try to solicit you for questionable deeds shortly after? ]

... I think we need to get to know each other a little more.

Or rather, I didn't know you were like this.

🐥

[usurpers]

[ there’s something amiss in the house, new additions and the smell of dusty feather down. eren comes around the same way he always does: through the hole beneath the floorboards under the bed.

and what he finds roaming around are tantalizing little balls of yellow fluff, cheeping and pecking in between wooden seams. scratching. one wanders into the room just as the dragon slips from his hiding spot, slow and nearly at a stop with pin slit eyes thin and unblinking. he tongue flicks and his head hovers low to the ground, chest sleek against it and arms propped up to give him positioning.

the only thing that twitches underneath the bed frame is the end of his tail, as he waits for the little chick to get close enough. ]

eren why

[trost]

[ Meanwhile, Jean is completely oblivious to the danger lurking under his bed. At some point, he probably should get those floorboards fixed so that Eren is forced to use the normal entrance, but somehow it doesn't occur to him. He's helped out on a farm, but he's never been involved with the avians, so he's pretty out of his depth on this. In retrospect, he probably should have contained those chicks in a crate somewhere ... Now, one is missing. ]

Where did that bird go ... [ The little chick🐥 wanders close to the bed, curious about the tail that's swishing about underneath. It won't be very difficult to snatch her up at all.

Jean is a few paces from his room, the other chicks trailing after him. Obviously, he won't stand for any feral shenanigans today. ]

cw: animal death (to be safe!)

[usurpers]

[ ( he'll just break it, jean)

these little birds, as far as lizard brain goes, are an invasion he didn't know about. they're free game for a stomach that always seems to be hungry for anything acceptable in the sweltering summer heat. what does emerge into the room was a person-sized dragon, seven feet in height but much wider in bulk. eren's ear flicks at the sound of a voice but pays it little heed. the chirping was much louder, and the dragon's size was so massive and still he'd probably be mistaken for furniture in the chick's eyes.

slowly . . . hovering . . . closer, closer— when the chick realizes the skull of a predator after it, cheeps turn loud and frantic for only a second. the next, the dragon strikes, the flightless bird between crushing teeth. the shriek and crazed wing flutters last for a half second before crunches are far louder. ]

bye chicken daughter

[trost]

[ At the frantic shriek, Jean storms into the room immediately, ready to jump to the little bird's defense. He finds himself too late, the last traces of his unnamed chick - yellow feathers that slip out from between the dragon's teeth - fluttering about in the air. In a normal situation that would be a cause for concern, with Jean pulling out a weapon in the defense, but he recognises those scales and makes out the identity of the dragon quickly. ]

What the fuck, Eren?! You ate her! Why would you do that?! [ While he has not known the little chick enough to really get attached, it's still so unfortunate. Jean was taking care of them because he had accidentally killed their mother with magic ...

The other little chicks cower behind Jean's ankle, shivering down to their little bones in fear. ]

misfire voice

[stopfen]

[There's a photo sent through. Followed by a short voice message, the fae was too busy in taking a photo of her progress to realise that she'd tapped the wrong name.]

Are you sure these are the colours they wanted? It seems too bright...

[She was used to plain and dull.]

[trost]

[ He already knows this is a misfire. ] Wrong number, Mikasa.

[ What she's making looks pretty cute so far. ] -- Knit work?

[stopfen]

Jean? [There's a delay as she looks again. Well this is what she got for trying to multi-task.]

Embroidery. [drly. Jean those are two very different things, if she'd been knitting with thread that fine she'd be working on it for years.] I got offered a job.

probably the shortest thread ever but needed

[guesser]

hey, jean? do you know anyone named “levi”?

and the shortest captain ever

[trost]

If we're talking about the same Levi, he's from my world. A superior officer in the military branch that I was in.

[ 'Was', because he's probably no longer in the Survey Corps with how he's a traitor to his country now. ]

Why? Are you annoying him? His kicks can break bones.

[guesser]

[ hehe . . . oh, that gives him shivers. either he doesn’t take it seriously, or he’s leaning into that Fae Energy aligned with his own. team chaos. ]

He just needed some help with his phone, glad to know I’m dealing with a friend. Thanks, buddy 👋

Short thread as she robs a blind man

[stopfen]

[She hadn't spoken to him in person for a while...Well okay, it was more like half a week. But that was a long time when you'd seen someone almost everyday for years. And there was that post about him being lonely...

So yes she was visiting. Just walking along the path and the front door was open...Was he in the garden? She couldn't smell him over the roses.]

...Jean!?

[She doesn't hear a response. Or if there is, it's drowned out by the small chirps that start echoing out from the pen.

They earn a more buglike chirp from the fae in return...Then there's more chirping as the fae abaddons her search for the lonely friend to got chirp with the chicks.]

rip

[trost]

[ He's pretty certain he can hear Mikasa's voice, but it's faint against the backdrop of incessant chirping. Jean follows the sound, feeling along the wall for guidance as he moves through the living room and out the door. Once outside, he ... promptly trips over the first few steps of the porch. ]

Shit! [ Hi. His ass is blind.]

[stopfen]

[The thuds of his heavy feet scrabbling on the steps gets a burst of chirps from the surprise chicks. As most of them scurry to the safety of their coop... Except for one. Which just decides to nestle in the short grass and hope it's hidden. Or it knew Jean wasn't a threat... It was either the smartest or the dumbest chick.

The fae's chirps completely cuts out though.

Instead the sudden noisemaker gets that breathy hiss, wings stretching out. Giving off a droning hum as they vibrated against the air. She wasn't using enough force to take off.

There was zero rational thought here, all she knew is the noise had scared the tinies. She'd scare the noise, not even seeing what it was. She protecc.]